Fucked-update

Yeah.

So I have a sore throat and phlegm occupying space in my throat.

I am not worried. No. Him doesn’t worry he just gets annoyed.

Getting sick ranks up there in annoyance to auto insurance accident paperwork. I hate it.

What do I hate more? People who say they’re your friends and when THEY need you they call and call and call and call.

But when you just want to say hi even and reach and call them or even by text and you get nothing but voice mail or no response back it really makes you question why you reached out to help them in the first place.

Last night Nina and I were supposed to be intimate, it turned into the biggest warm up that lead to NOTHING ever.

" I’m such a bad wife. I wouldn’t be surprised if you went out and got a girlfriend".

"You wouldn’t be surprised? So you think that’s what I’m about?"

This is the vein of thought that followed and this fucking sore throat/phlegm thing I have? She gave it to me.

We did have a great DAY yesterday. We went out east to pick pumpkins. I will put up photos soonly. We will go back next week to pick apples.

Today she had a prescription she needed so I got out of bed and ran out there at 9am. I wait fifteen minutes while the pharmacist tries to find it and finally I get her on the phone and they sort it out.

I get home and she realizes she gave them an old prescription medicine which she actually did have and not the right one.

So I wasted an hour this morning for nothing.

Big fat nothing, that’s what I got.

I don’t think my wife’s sex drive is ever going to change and the fucking therapist thinks I just need to stage the day to make it an environment for her to get into the mood. Horseshit and big fat fuck you to anyone that thinks this legitimate. She complains about her anxiety and that this is all she thinks about and that she can’t relax.

Why do I have to suffer because she doesn’t have her shit in order? Honestly?

So she can spend the rest of her life worrying about everything JUST like her mother and I end up a miserable son of a bitch like her dad who can’t stand her nonsense? 

Maybe finding a girl on the side is the answer, at least then I won’t bother her with my needs considering they don’t mean shit to her.

Why do I bother?